Clary," he whispered. There was a thump, and she realized he had fallen to his kees by the side of her bed. She didn't move, but her body tightened. His voice was a whisper. "Clary, it's me. It's me.

You're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?

she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.

I do not understand how you humans can walk in shoes that are that tall.” “Its my motto,” said Isabelle, with a sultry smile. “Nothing less than seven inches.

Stop it," he hissed in her ear. "You'll just make it worse for yourself. It's better if you don't look." "Like you do?" she hissed back. "Shutting your eyes and pretending something's not happening doesn't make it not true, Jace. You ought to know better-

the action we take in the name of love,those are moral or immoral.and normally it wouldn't matter

Why are you such an asshat?" "An asshat?" Jace looked as if he were about to laugh.